The explosion subsided, and a ray of dawn rose from the distant horizon. John Fos and others remained forever on this field. Did they ever regret following Su Yuzhuo? Xiao Feng did not know.

However, Xiao Feng thought, the so-called secret that John Fos spoke of was probably not false; there was no need for him to lie even at the time of death.

Therefore, there must be some secret hidden in the Devil's Concentration Camp, and what John Fos saw might just be a small fraction.

Xiao Feng had no intention of staying longer. After having Lu Yao book a return ticket, he left this wild land.

However, what Xiao Feng did not know was that just as he was stepping away, a drone quietly took off from a dense forest not far behind him.

Su Yuzhuo watched the young man striding towards the sunrise on the screen, a hint of loneliness flashing through her eyes.

Did Xiao Feng eliminate John Fos and the others just to kill them?

Su Yuzhuo felt it wasn't like that, at least not entirely. Xiao Feng was showing her his stance; from now on, they were enemies. He said he wouldn't hold back, and he really wouldn't!

"Yan Huang, could you really be so heartless?" Su Yuzhuo murmured softly, unable to come to her senses even after Xiao Feng's figure had long disappeared from the screen.

...

In the few days following Xiao Feng's departure, several major events occurred at the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau. First, all the members of the task force received commendations. Given the immense contribution, everyone's position was raised by one level, even Hao Wenjing, a newcomer, was exceptionally promoted.

Song Keren, as one of the main contributors in capturing Miao Youmin, was set up as a model. Various organizations and universities scrambled to invite her for lectures, but except for those she couldn't refuse, Song Keren turned them all down.

She couldn't bear to speak against her conscience. The higher-ups wanted her to take credit for everything, as Xiao Feng was not an insider, making it easier for publicity.

Of course, Xiao Feng would also be compensated to a certain degree, ensuring his efforts weren't in vain.

Meanwhile, the other members of the task force, after receiving the collective commendation, tactfully chose to remain silent just like Song Keren.

Outsiders merely thought they were keeping a low profile, but only the task force members knew it wasn't about wanting to be discreet but rather feeling inadequate compared to Xiao Feng.

Just at that moment, the office door knocked, and Song Keren took a sip of water, saying, "Come in."

Wang Qiang opened the door, carrying a large pile of banners, bustling in: "Director Song, these are from the parents of the abducted children. They are gathered outside the main entrance, should you go out to meet them?"

Song Keren was taken aback, "So many?"

Wang Qiang laughed, "I remember you said on your first day here that you wanted to clear a wall in your office and cover it with banners within a year. At that time, no one believed it, but now, in less than a month, you've achieved it."

"Let's meet those parents first." Song Keren changed the topic, then walked out of the office.

Now, with a whole wall filled with banners and much more to spare, only one banner was achieved through her efforts, and that one was sent by Xiao Feng. Was this not a form of satire?

When Song Keren appeared, she was instantly surrounded by parents, many of whom were emotionally charged, trying to kneel down in gratitude right on the spot, luckily stopped in time by Song Keren and the police at the entrance.

The flashlights of the journalists' cameras almost never stopped, capturing each moment to the fullest, with no shortage of reputable media present.

"Director Song, we have learned that this time under your leadership, the police dismantled a child trafficking transfer station. Can you share some details about this case?" A female journalist extended the microphone to Song Keren.

"We can't disclose too much about the specifics now, but we will release an announcement later." Song Keren said calmly, not seeming to elaborate on the case further.

The female journalist pursued, "Could you share with us how the transfer station was dismantled?"

Song Keren thought for a moment and looked towards the grateful parents, "Actually, the ones who deserve the most thanks in this case are two people, a little girl named Lin Jiaxuan, and a consultant in our bureau, Xiao Feng. As for me, I just did what should be done."

"So regarding Lin Jiaxuan and Xiao Feng, are they available for an interview?" The journalist became excited.

Song Keren shook her head, "Sorry, they are not in the bureau right now."

This exchange quickly spread through livestreaming across multiple platforms, drawing dissatisfaction from the higher-ups, as Song Keren did not heed their suggestions.

Meanwhile, Lin Zhiyan was visibly delighted when seeing the live broadcast, "This Director Song is quite commendable, truly not one to take undeserved credit."

"Yes, she's definitely a good person!" Lin Jiaxuan nodded.

"The expert group is arriving in two days; I hope they can solve your issue this time." Lin Zhiyan said, full of hope, "Even if they can't, it's alright. We can consider reaching out to Xiao Feng."

Lin Jiaxuan did not respond immediately but suddenly asked, "Sister, can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" Lin Zhiyan asked curiously.

"The ring on your finger, who gave it to you?" Lin Jiaxuan asked tentatively. It was something she'd been curious about for a long time. She had tried to recall but couldn't remember when Lin Zhiyan's finger bore that ring.

Lin Zhiyan glanced at the ring on her hand and smiled, "Are you talking about this? Three years ago, while on a mission in North America, I got injured and was trapped in a bar. A young man found me and told me wearing this would help me leave safely."

Lin Jiaxuan nodded, "Matches up."

Xiao Feng had mentioned that the ring was a signifier of identity for a small family in North America, and Lin Zhiyan also said it was given to her while on a mission there. The logical conclusion was clear.

"What matches up?" Lin Zhiyan asked in confusion.

"Nothing." Lin Jiaxuan diverted the conversation, grinning mischievously, "Sister, do you have a good impression of that young man?"

"You're getting bolder, teasing your sister like this." Lin Zhiyan rolled her eyes, "I should arrange a marriage for you first before considering my matters."

Lin Jiaxuan did not reply but felt she couldn't keep being a burden to Lin Zhiyan. If the expert group this time couldn't solve it, perhaps consulting Xiao Feng might be the only option left.

...

Meanwhile, after the interview, Song Keren watched as the reporters and the children's parents left, feeling physically and mentally exhausted, even more so than responding to a police call.

On one hand, she had to consider the opinions of the higher-ups, and on the other, she didn't want to go against her conscience, resulting in ambiguous answers to many questions that were less than satisfactory.

Saying something false was really challenging; this was Song Keren's only thought at that moment.

Just as she turned to walk inside the bureau, a bold voice called from behind, "Director Song did excellent work, honoring the Song family name!"

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Song Keren's body stiffened reflexively, and after a while, she turned around, "Dad, why are you here?"

Standing outside the police station was a man who seemed about fifty years old. He was clean-shaven, with neatly combed hair and piercing eyes. His steps were larger than those of a regular person, indicating he practiced martial arts.

Judging from his attire and other details, he was a man with high personal standards.

This was Song Keren's father, Song Zhengbo.

Song Zhengbo was renowned in the Kyoto circles. Some joked that his name was well-chosen, "Zhengbo" suggesting an innate talent for political maneuvering.

But jokes aside, even people with higher ranks felt somewhat apprehensive when mentioning Song Zhengbo.

"I'm here to inspect the work." Song Zhengbo smiled with his hands behind his back, "You did very well, but you still need to polish your speaking skills; there's a lot to learn here, as I've always told you."

"If you want to inspect, go to the provincial level; Jiangcheng is too small a temple for a big deity like you." Song Keren mumbled softly.

Song Zhengbo feigned displeasure, "What do you mean? Can't I visit my own daughter? I'm here as a father, so if anyone says anything, they're just nitpicking and making trouble out of nothing!"

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